In Ye Xuan’s memory, the only one who could ignore both Qing and his father was Tian Ye—the man with a grave mound of over ten feet high!

“Tian Ye?”

Mu Mo frowned slightly. “Who is that?”

Ye Xuan laughed heartily. “Senior, you’re right. Matters like saving the universe are indeed everyone’s responsibility! However, Senior, about that Sacred Vein... Haha, I don’t mean anything else. You understand, right?”

Mu Mo’s smile reappeared. “You’re ...